A puff of moisture as I exhale. Gone in the crisp November air.
A boy in front of me plays with a transformer. It's hard to remember what you don't yet understand.
A man behind on his cell phone. It's easy to forget what you've known for so long.
A soldier in shiny boots. Being motionless is less painful with fifty men to your left.
A soldier with bare hands. It's less cold with fifty men to your right.
An old man with a walker. He isn't in anyones way today.
A veteran in a faded uniform. It's hard to stand but he does it anyway.
It's harder with so few to his right. So few to his left.
Harder than last year.
A cannon thumps in the silence. I can feel the shockwave in my chest.
A cannon thumps in the silence. A heartbeat alongside my own.
I remember someone lost. It's hard not to cry now.
A tear streams cold down my cheek. I cry anyway.
I'm glad I did.
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